Sunday, October 30, 2005
Essential X-Men, Volume 5, (Uncanny X-Men #180-198; Annuals #7-8)
Essential X-Men, Volume 6, (Uncanny X-Men #199-213, and others)
New X-Men, Volumes 1-3, (Grant Morrison's complete run, issues 114-154)
My College's Library held its annual sale this weekend, and I came away with several interesting books:
Francis Bacon, Novum Organum, translated by R. Ellis and James Spedding, (London: George Routledge and Sons; NY: EP Dutton & Co, n.d.)
W.H. Hadow, Collected Essays, (Oxford UP, 1928)
The Complete Works of Mrs. Hemans, edited by her sister, in two volumes, Volume 1, (NY: D. Appleton and Company, 1868)
The Spectator, volume 1-2 (of 8), ed., A. Chalmers, (Philadelphia: John E. Potter and Company, n.d.)
D.G. Paterson and M.A. Tinker, How to Make Type Readable: A Manual for Typographers, Printers, and Advertisers, based upon twelve years of research involving speed of reading tests given to 33,031 persons, (Harper and Brothers, 1940)
Webster and Tourneur, ed. and intro. by John Addington Symonds, Mermaid Series, (Ernest Benn Limited, reset edition, 1959)
Felicia Hemans has provided me with a fitting poem to include in an academic paper that I'm drafting about Celtic Elizabethans who promoted the first British empire:
Prince Madoc's Farewell
Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day,
On the hills of my country in loveliness sleep?
Too fair is the sight for a wanderer whose way
Lies far o'er the measureless worlds of the deep!
Fall, shadows of twilight! and veil the green shore,
That the heart of the mighty may waver no more.
Why rise on my thoughts, ye free songs of the land
Where the harp's lofty soul on each wild wind is borne?
Be hushed, be forgotten! for ne'er shall the hand
of minstrel with melody greet my return.
--No, no! --let your echoes still float on the breeze,
And my heart shall be strong for the conquest of seas!
'Tis not for the land of my sires to give birth
unto bosoms that shrink when the trial is nigh;
Away we will bear over ocean and earth
A name and a spirit that never shall die.
My course to the winds, to the stars, I resign;
But my soul's quenchless fire, O my country! is thine.